Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.

You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.

“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.

His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.

“Chris?”

Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.

Pairing: Sirius Black x ReaderSummary: You agree to help Sirius study for his OWL’s, however what you failed to realise that tutoring the marauder was like babysitting. After various failed attempts, you finally find a way to keep Sirius somewhat focused and, interested.A/N: NSFW ! ! !

Omg I am in love with this blog 💕💕 I love how well written everything is!! So I read the rules and I wasn't sure if I could request only one character or if I had to do RFA+the characters I wanted;;; but I was hoping for some kissing headcannons (like how they kiss, etc.) of the RFA+V please and thank you!

Oh hi~! Thank you for your support! You can have individual characters or the whole gang when making a request. :) We don’t normally do Vanderwood (or Rika, or Driver Kim lolol), but for HCs, we usually write for the five main characters + Saeran and V. ♥

This was fun to write, so I hope you enjoy~!!!

~Nao

Kissing HCs

Yoosung

You were surprised when he first kissed you at the party

He seemed so… confident.

But he becomes a blushing mess when you initiate kisses

Likes eskimo kisses, rubbing his nose against yours, and then finishing it with a quick peck on the lips

Attacks you with multiple kisses on the face when you call him cute

To the point where you’re already holding his face away from you and he’s still puckered up like a cartoon octopus, trying so hard to reach you

“Yoosung, nooooo~“

“But whyyyy, emshee jush one mooorreee pweeeeaaash“

Makes obnoxiously loud smooching noises until you give in

Will steal kisses when you’re super serious or unaware

Expect a moan or two when you bite him during makeout sessions

Loves it best when you’re cuddling and he reaches from behind you to kiss your cheek.

“I’m sorry MC, I just can’t help but want to kiss you ‘cuz you’re so cute!“

Yoosung, what’re you talking about you’re the one who’s cute asdfghjkl

Zen / Hyun Ryu

Good night kiss. Good luck kiss. Goodbye kiss.

Basically makes each and every excuse just to give you kisses.

Chooses the highest seat on the theater just to make out with you

“But Zen, we won’t be able to properly watch the movie from up here…“

“You don’t need to look at anything else but me, MC.“

Who needs 3d and 4d when you’re always having a veryinteractive movie experience™?

But he really lives for morning kisses

Chuckles at the sight of you since your hair is always a disheveled mess

Starts with kissing the top of your head and then tucks away some loose strands so he could kiss your forehead

You always automatically roll away from him, exposing his favorite part to kiss : the crook of your neck

Lmao Zen are you a vampire

He goes to wrap his arms around you, burying his nose at the junction between your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent before he licks a path just below the shell of your ear

And then he goes back, peppering said area with small kisses

Doesn’t care whether you’ve brushed or not, nothing will stop him from kissing you on the lips when you turn to face him

“Good morning, jagi. ♥“

What a good morning, indeed.

Jaehee

Was really shy at first, so she wouldn’t kiss you much.

But she gradually gets used to it since you usually rain kisses on her.

Would give you a quick kiss when you least expect it.

And blush innocently.

Baehee what did we do to deserve you aaaaaaaa

Sometimes though, she would just rest her forehead against yours, and give you butterfly kisses, your eyelashes touching as you lazily kiss

She’d smile and laugh with you afterwards

There was one time when you had icing on your cheek and she was feeling adventurous

So she gathered her courage, and then…

“MC, there’s icing on your cheek.“

“Eh? Where?“ you ask, touching the opposite cheek

“No, no, not there. Here, I’ll get it for you“

She reaches out, and then licks the icing off of your cheek in a way that it made you shiver and feel light and tingly inside

There was an awkward silence right after, until she coughs and then carries on with work as if nothing happened

(≖ ͜ʖ≖)

You made it a point to smear some icing on your cheek from then on and pretend that you didn’t know you had it on

Jumin

Tries so hard to act cute with you sometimes, it’s almost painful to watch

Jumin, please stop watching cheesy dramas and copying it; we’d still love you even if Zen calls you a bore

Pretty shameless when he kisses you on the lips during parties, much to his father’s disdain.

“As much as it’s a pleasure to meet your daughter, I only have eyes for my wife.“

He doesn’t kiss much, but when he does, it’s always the back of your hands first.

And then the forehead, then the lips.

Or forehead, eyelids, tip of your nose.

When you’re being intimate with him, he’d gently gather a few locks of your hair in his hand and kiss it

The air smelled like burnt lavender and a heavy cloud of
smoke began to fill the tiny dorm room. You sat cross-legged on the carpeted
floor and flapped your hand in front of your face as the sting of smoke sent you
into a coughing fit.

Wanda’s hair had become a tussled mess. She rubbed her
eyes, smearing mascara around them.

“Okay, my bad.” She raised her hands defensively. “I didn’t
know these two ingredients could cause an explosion.”

It’s Difficult (WTLYBF) - 5

You strolled around your house, cleaning and picking up things while dancing to your playlist. Today was a solo day so you decided to clean up. While picking up random things on the floor, you almost trip over a small clump. You look down and recognize it as one of Jungkook’s hoodies he must’ve forgotten here. Picking it up, a whiff of Jungkook’s scent hit you. Not even thinking about it, you pulled it over your head; it fit big on you. You smile contently and continue to your tasks. Halfway into organizing your food cabinet, there was a knock at your door. “Coming!” you yell. Setting down a can of fruit, you jog to the door and open it. “Hey,” Taehyung says, smiling and entering your flat. You smile and greet him back. “Why does your place not look like a garbage dump like usual?” You laugh, slapping his shoulder. “Shut up. I decided to clean.” He nods and goes to enter your kitchen but stops, turning around. “Isn’t that Jungkook’s hoodie?” Your face feels hot but you nod shyly. “Oh. Well, you look cute.” Taehyung walks off and leaves you a blushing mess. Why did his compliments still get to you? And why were you embarrassed about being caught wearing Kook’s hoodie? He was just a close friend. “Did you come to eat my food or what?” Tae laughs and shakes his head. “I came to take you out to eat. You down?” You nod and leave to go change into go out clothes. You keep the hoodie and just slip on a pair of jeans. Grabbing the brush, you comb out your tangled hair and fix it up. “I’m ready,”

You sat across from Taehyung, scanning the menu in front of you. A burger seemed good right now. “Are we ready to order?” the waiter asks. The both of you nod and tell him your orders. “So, how’ve you been?” You smile and shrug. “Fine, I guess. Jungkook recently got me that EXO album I’ve been wanting, so I’m happy about that.” Tae raises his eyebrows. “He did?” You nod, sighing contently. “I don’t want him buying me things like that, but it was EXO so I couldn’t refuse.” He laughs at you, eyes crinkling up in the cutest way. “What a fangirl.” You playfully glare at him with a pout. “Oh shut up you art hoe.” He smirks at you, most likely having a comeback. “At least I like modern things like art.” You also smirk. “EXO is art.” He lets out a playful scream. “Shut up.” You laugh at him, calming yourself down after a good few seconds. Your banter must’ve been loud because a little 8 year old came up to you with a cheeky grin. “Aw, you two are cute! Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?” You choke on your spit but shake your head as you hit your chest. “Just friends.” you reply. She nods, her mouth in an O shape. “Do you at least like each other?” Inside, you wince but you just smile it off while kindly denying it. “I don’t really like anyone in a like like kind of way.” Tae turns to you. “You sure?” You nod, raising an eyebrow. Did it seem like you had a crush on someone? “Wait, who’d you think I had a crush on?” Tae shakes his head, grinning. He seemed a lot happier all of a sudden. “Sana, leave them alone and come back here!” The little girl who was named Sana giggles and waves before skipping back to her mom. You smile, “cute.” Taehyung nods. Time must’ve went by quickly because the waiter headed towards you with your food. You thank him when he sets it all down, beginning to open your mouth to take a bite. “Why aren’t you with Jungkook today?” Taehyung asks you. “He’s on a night out with his family. Otherwise he’d probably be at my house playing Overwatch while I clean or something.” You giggle at the thought, biting your burger. “So would you deny me if you were hanging with Jungkook?” You shake your head. “Of course not, you’re my friend too. What’s with these questions?”

“I don’t know, just curious.”

Once done eating, you paid and headed elsewhere. “Where’s the gucci store?” Taehyung asks. “Stop wasting your money on gucci, buy some other brand.” He looks at you with a serious face. “No.” You burst out laughing, eventually making him laugh too. Your phone starts ringing, meaning you had a call. You pick it up, not caring enough to check who it was. “Hello-” “I’M FREE, WHERE ARE YOU SO WE CAN HANGOUT?” You immediately knew it was Jungkook. “Oh hi. Uh, I’m with Tae, in the shopping area downtown.” you answer. “Ok, I’m heading there now.” You nod to yourself. “Bye. I love you.” You’d say it back without hesitation, but Taehyung was next to you and most likely listening. With hot cheeks, you murmur it back. “I love you too..” You hang up and put your phone away. “Was that Jungkook?” You nod, covering your face. “Be honest with me, do you like him or not? You get flustered whenever he’s mentioned.” Your mind goes blank and you blink, thinking. Did you? You don’t know. “I don’t know.” Tae gives you a glare. “Just tell me, I need to be sure.” You furrow your eyebrows. “Why?” He freezes and his cheeks go pink. “Uh I-” You interrupt him before he made up an excuse. “Just tell me.”

“Do you like Jungkook or not?” You roll your eyes. “No, I don’t.” As you said that, your stomach felt weird, almost as if it was telling you you were lying. You ignored it though. “Ok..The truth is, Y/N, that I- I uh..like? You? A lot?” Your heart felt like it frozen. Your eyes were wide and you were frozen. Did he just say what you thought he said? “Say that again?” you ask. “I-” Taehyung breathes in and out before continuing. “I like you.” he says it, but doesn’t face you. His eyes looked everywhere but at you. You were going to speak but a familiar voice interrupted you. “You what?”

»woo..this is short but I wanted to update. this series is almost coming to an end ahhh. the amount of support I got in just 3-4 days is unbelievable ❤️thank u thank u thank u«

A commission for @followingyoucuseyoureawesome, a sweet romance for a cecaelia boyfriend. This story crosses over with my Levi stories because I wanna world build.Read about Levi here and here. Female reader and male monster, includes free tentacles.

You’ve been working with a research team on the ocean. Your teacher selected you and your group by hand to carry out his research for him while he healed in the hospital after a bought with illness. The place is huge and it opens right up on the ocean. When you aren’t carrying out his research projects or tending to labs and tests, you’re out on the ocean.

Your teacher talked often about the research he acquired here while working, going on and on about his adopted son Levi and how the two of them would go out beyond the reef and dive.

“Back when I was a young man, of course, I used to go much further, dive much deeper. I see in you the kind of excitement for preserving the ocean and the life there I once had,” he told you the day he selected you for the special team. “Just don’t get carried away like I did. It took Levi to make me realize sometimes working enough, not harder, is all you need.”

Hi! I adore your stories and wanted to know if I can make a request? I wanted a hardcore Suga fanfic where he is punishing y/n after she was flirting with the other members and make them witness her punishment. Please and thank you!!!

Thank you anon! Shame that I know who you are, AND since you wanted to tease and pick with me AFTER I told you not to send any asks.. Oh yeah, this gonna be a real punishment. It’s AMBW guys. I hope you all enjoy. ;)

Warning: A lot of orgasm denials, over-stimulation, dirty talk, rough play, gagging, it’s going to be pure filth and it will be raw. So don’t read if you can’t handle it.

Show Time(AMBW Smut):

Yoongi was fuming by the time that dance practice was done. Mind
racing with what to do he wasn’t sure where to start but he was for certain
when he was done with you, it would be a while before you tried him again. He
pushed you down against the bed roughly after practically dragging you from the
other members as you all came back to your house. Yoongi was grabbing at you
trying to scoot you up the bed and you thrashed against him trying to get up.

“Yoongi-“

“Shut the fuck up!” Yoongi growled out in a booming tone,
his eyes were dark and you knew not to mess with him when he was like this. He
started to work at your shirt, trying to get it undone and when your hands slid
up to stop him, he slapped your hands away gripping at your neck to slam your
body down, his forehead pressing against yours as he looked deep into your eyes
tightening his hold around your neck.. “If
you move one more fucking time, I swear to you that you will not get to cum for
at least a month- you will be lucky if I even let you touch me since you want
to be a slut with my band members. Now make your choice slut, and make it good.”
Yoongi never called your name when you pissed him off it was always something provocative
or degrading and it made your skin crawl which he knew it would. Slowly you
relaxed your body against the bed looking up at the male as his grip finally
released around your neck.

Yoongi moved back to the task at hand, gripping at your
shirt to take it off. The fabric was too much and it was becoming a hassle to get
you naked so he started to tug and pull on the fabric even if it ripped he didn’t
care. You made a gasp of protest, but when you looked at him he paused his
movements, his icy stare causing you to shudder as you lay there afraid to even
help him take off your clothes. Yoongi made sure to discard you of everything, maneuvering
your body until you were laying on your stomach with your feet pressed down against
the floor, your body bent.

“Look at you, a fucking gorgeous little slut.” Yoongi hissed
slapping at your chocolate ass cheeks watching them jiggle as your body jolted
lightly. He did it again, gripping at your hips to steady you digging his nails
into your skin. “Don’t fucking move!” He urged once again. Once your body was
still, Yoongi leaned down softening himself for a moment as he flicked his tongue
against your plump ass cheeks before taking a bite on your flesh causing you to
moan out loud. The sound sent the blood rushing south towards his member, his
eyes hooding with lust as he watched you. He was going to let you off just maybe
tease you a bit but hearing the sound of feet shuffling he let his head snap quickly
to the right seeing both Jimin and Taehyung trip over their feet trying to move
from the room door. Like a switch his anger was back on, he was going to do a lot
to them and you. But then the perfect revenge set in for them too because yes
they were just as guilty as you. Yoongi chuckled darky moving towards your
closet, staring to grab toys and restraints in his hands until he had to go sit
one batch of things down and come back for the second one. Once he had everything,
he gripped for the silver spreader bar first, bending down to place each side
cuffs on your legs pushing them far apart so that you couldn’t close your legs
at any time. He next gripped at red bondage rope moving to place your hands on
your lower back binding them together making sure it was tight enough around
your wrist.

Yoongi went towards the front room, looking at the other men who were sitting
around the area. He bit on his bottom lip as he watched the rest tried to make
sure that they weren’t in his line of fire. Opening his mouth, he raised up a
finger as he finally caught Namjoon and held his eye contact. He started to
speak. “I’m very disappointed in all of you. And honestly, I can go up to a
month ignoring all of you.”

“Hyung-“

“Shut up Jimin!” Yoongi barked sighing as he pinched his
index and thumb finger as against the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to hear
any excuses especially when I see Taehyung and you both trying to run away from
the scene without tripping over your feet. So, I have an idea a way that you
can make things right. I want you to watch me punish y/n.” Yoongi paused seeing
that he grabbed everyone’s attention. Some watched him with curiosity and some
looked at him with disbelief. “I’m not kidding. This is a one-time opportunity
and if you don’t take it then I don’t ever want to see any of you looking at
her or I promise you will have to deal with punishment of your own. If I were
you, I’d take what I could get and be grateful because you don’t deserve
anything.” Yoongi turned on his heels to walk back towards the room looking at
how your body stayed in the same position. Your legs trembling slightly from
standing up so long, smirking he walked closer to you running his fingertips up
your bottom legs softly looking back as he saw his members one by one start to
come into the room. They moved to line up against the wall, eyes avoiding you
for the most part instead looking at him.

“Everyone wanted to flirt with and touch my girl. Now no one
wants to look at her?” Yoongi asked as he landed a harsh slap against your ass
causing you to release a soft yelp. “Is her ass not plump enough?” He asked
gripping on your cheeks spreading your ass apart to show your pink insides
causing you to feel flustered as the men looked at you. “Does she not have a
pretty pussy? What about how nice and tight her ass looks?” He asked moving to
let one finger slide from your puckered asshole down towards the slit of your
pussy and he slapped it pulling back to let your cheeks go. “is she not
fuckable?” He asked gripping at your hair tugging your body upwards and back
against his chest, he used his hand to turn your head to the front at the other
men in the room. Watching their eyes roam over your body stopping at different parts,
your body heated up. You felt beyond exposed to them, and even more ashamed
that you were getting wet. “Now now kitten. You wanted a show and well guess
who fucking gets one?” Yoongi asked you growling against your ear. His free
hand moved around to grip at your breast pinching your nipples harshly before
he let them go only to repeat the same thing on both sides.

You let out soft whimpers as he played with your nipples
until they were hard, he moved to lean over, pressing his lips against your left
breast first he started to suck on puckered nipple and around the plump mounds
marking them with hickeys and his spit. He reached down to grip at the nipple
clamps, placing them onto your nipples that had a chain connecting to them. He
pushed you back down against the bed, trying to not break a laugh because he
knew you were beyond pissed but you deserved it. He gripped at a pink vibrator
that had ridges on it, he pressed it on your lower back and used his hands to
spread your ass cheeks apart. His mouth watering at the contrast of your pink
flesh against your brown skin. He moaned softly to himself, moving to flick his
tongue up and down your slit slowly to taste you. He shuddered at how your
juices were quick to coat your pussy, his tongue ghosting over your clit
slightly, he pressed his tongue flat against your pink bud. He pulled back,
letting his tongue ghost around the entrance of your pussy tasting the wetness
there as well, he gripped at the dildo turning the vibrations on low, he
pressed it inside of your pussy. He pushed it until it was deep inside of you
the buzzing sound starting to cut through the silence. He pulled back looking
around the bed he gripped at a feather smirking as he sat on his ass. Slowly,
he worked the feather up towards your leaking pussy until he saw the water
gushing down your parted thighs, his tongue darting out to taste it all and
clean your skin. He moved back from you dragging the feather up your spine,
watching as your skin became littered with goosebumps, his free hand moving to
turn the vibrator on medium.

He saw your pussy tightening around the vibrator and he was
sure to grip at the end starting to thrust it in and out of you at a quick
pace, your back arching as you cried out for him to do more. “Oh, that’s right
you fucking dirty slut. Show them who owns this pussy. Be louder I fucking know
you can.” Yoongi dropped the feather onto the bed starting to slap at your ass
cheeks with his hand not stopping until your skin was red and his hand print was
starting to form as he bruised you.

Your body shook and you had your head pressed down against
the bed, tears sliding down your eyes from the pain mixed with pleasure and the
nipple clamps were not helping at all. Yoongi was always brutal whenever you
disobeyed and you knew tonight wouldn’t be any different. Your toes curled as
he flicked his wrist at a different angle landing against your spot, your moans
changed and you were getting closer to a release. “Cum. I dare you.” Yoongi
challenged as he continued to assault your pussy with his thrusting of the
dildo. He pulled it out completely to watch as all the juices from your pussy
gushed out like a stream, he could feel the confines of his pants tighten up as
he watched the sight not even cleaning your legs but letting the juices make a
trail down your body until it was resting at your ankles. Yoongi moved to grab
at a row of black anal beads. At the same time he plugged up your other vibrator
to the wall, walking behind you one of his hands cupped your chin bringing your
body back against him once again, you mewled in pleasure bucking your hips down
against the toy trying to ride it as Yoongi held the beads to your lips. “Suck
it if you don’t want them to enter you raw. Fill that mouth up, I know you like
it when it’s stuffed.” Yoongi slapped at your cheek before he used his thumb to
push down your chin.

“Y-Yoongi ahh~” You moaned out as your mouth was opened. He
looked in your eyes a pure look of ownership on his features. He slowly lowered
the beads into your mouth starting with the smaller one letting them push down
until they were buried down deep into your throat. He smirked as he took a look
at the members, the tents in their pants making it obvious that they liked what
they saw. He waited until your mouth was full, too stuffed to even shut your
mouth. He moved you back down until your body was rested against the bed, he
opened your cheeks again, running his tongue over your puckered hole this time.
He teased the rim of your asshole, dipping his tongue inside of your tight ass
teasing you as he pulled back. He repeated the same thing for minute, watching from
the corner of his eye as Jin and Hoseok moved to see him feast on you. When he
pulled back, he gripped at the beads pulling them from your mouth, he entered
the wet beads press inside of your hole slowly, filling you up from the
smallest to the biggest letting them all rest inside of you with the string
attached to it handing against the space between your asshole and your pussy.
He reached his hand down to turn the vibrator up to the highest setting earning
a cry from your lips. Yoongi stripped himself of his clothes, walking in front
of you he looked down at you watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Hoseok pull the vibrator out of her.” Yoongi told the male
as he got on the bed, crawling in front of you gripping at your soft locks of
hair lifting your mouth up to hover over his shaft. Hoseok was ever eager to do
it, finding the excuse to touch you exciting especially since he got bragging
points. You let your moans ring out, you were so close, but right when your eyebrows
knitted together the vibrator was taking from you and your orgasm completely
washed away from you. Whimpering in frustration, your eyes watered as you
glared up at Yoongi who stuffed your mouth with his cock, sliding himself to
the back of your throat. “Fuck- push it back inside of her.” He commanded
Hoseok to do, he pulled his hips from your mouth before he slid himself back
into the warm wet cavern starting a slow thrusting pace inside of your mouth
until he remembered why he was pissed off at you. Gripping your hair tighter he
started to surge his hips forward letting them slap against your face as his
balls hit your chin, little growls leaving from his lips as he reached a hand
over to slap at your ass cheeks once again causing you to cry out around his
shaft causing you to choke. Hoseok slid the vibrator into you fast, causing you
to moan out once again causing Yoongi’s cock to brush the back of your throat,
your eyes teared up once against as your hips rolled back against Hoseok’s
hand. Even he was surprised that he was thrusting the dildo inside of you but
seeing you act so needy for Yoongi and become completely submissive had him
harder than any porn scene he had ever watched before. Yoongi snarled as he
watched Hoseok fuck you with the dildo and you react. He slapped at your cheek
as he gripped at your hair harder watching the spit fall from the corner of
your mouth and your chin, hitting his balls.

“Look at you! Such a fucking mess you are. Just fucking
taking that dildo like it was my cock fucking into your wet heat. Abusing your
spot, making you scream my name. And then you’re taking my cock so good. Is it
because you got everyone here watching you hmm? A fucking vixen that wants
every fucking cock. I bet if I let every member line up and take you, you’d cum
on everyone’s cock because you’re my dirty slut.” Yoongi growled. “Hoseok now!”
Hoseok slid the vibrator from you as Yoongi slid his hips forward and pinched
your nose shut cutting off your air. You looked up at him hearing your ears pop
ass the oxygen was taken from you. Your body convulsed and you gagged lightly
as your eyes dropped closed. You didn’t even fight it because you were so used
to the asphyxiation with him. Your pussy was needy, your senses were heightened
and you wanted to cum so bad. Juices gushed down your thighs re-staining the
lines that were dried up from the previous mess you had made. Yoongi let your
hair go after he saw your eyes drop close pulling back to watch you. Your chest
pounded hard and heaved for air, your eyes saw stars around the edges as you
looked around the room. You felt like a ruined mess, the words he said to you
were all true and that made you feel slutty but you weren’t ashamed and the
mere thought alone that he put in your mind had your back arching more.

Yoongi walked around the bed, lifting you up, he gripped at
the end of the beads, watching you he slowly slid his shaft into your tight
asshole to rest against the beads causing your moans to turn into loud screams
of pain.

“I need you to fucking- relax.” He urged pathetically trembling
as he felt the warm heat around his shaft. You were so tight it was hard for
him to push deeper to rest beside the beads, and the feeling of him stretching
you out made you want to cum all over again. Yoongi buried himself slowly until
all of him was inside of you, he wrapped his arm around your body to hug you to
him, gripping at the vibrator he turned it off sliding it to lay on your
tongue. “Suck it.” He commanded you. Your mouth wrapped around the dildo tasting
yourself as he let you adjust to his size. Slowly he started to thrust in and
out of your tight puckered hole, moaning around the toy in your mouth you
tasted yourself and cleaning the toy. Yoongi shook his head at the sight of
you, even in the midst of him being pissed off at you he couldn’t help but find
what you did past seductive and breath taking. He let his hand thrust the toy in
and out of your mouth until his arm got tired. He felt your hands press down
against his lower stomach. He reached up to grab at your hair again after
throwing the vibrator down against the bed, his hands moving to grip at your
plump ass cheek as he lowered you back to the bed after some time.

Yoongi felt you tighten around his cock, he knew that he
wouldn’t be able to last long especially with how good your lips around his
shaft. He let one hand grab at the vibrator turning it on he pressed the flat
of the head against your clit. He made sure the power was on high, the lulling
causing your hips to sharply snap against the bed. His other hand moved to grip
at the string on the end of the beads. Slowly he pulled the beads from you one
from one as he also slammed into your tight assuming his hand to move the
vibrator up and down your pussy. “You can cum now. Cum for me… Kitten.” Yoongi
called you that one name that had you releasing a loud mewl of pleasure deflating
against the bed cumming for the male, he slowly let the beads pop from you one
by one until they were all out of your tight asshole and only his cock
remained.. You tightened around his cock, your eyes roaming to look at the members
that were against the wall. They looked at you with want, seeing the hungry
looks of need blown out in their pupils made your orgasm slam hard into you.
Yoongi let you ride out your orgasm, but
instead of stopping he slid his cock out of your asshole and slammed himself
into your pussy. He started to slam himself harder into you, fucking you into
oblivion against the sheets of the bed. His hand continued to assault your clit
with the vibrator and you couldn’t move only take the treatment he was giving
your body. He held out for you, your body was a complete ruin against the bed,
you could only stare with your mouth open and moan his name with other gibberish
as your second orgasm slammed through your body. Your senses were all over the
place, Yoongi moved his hand to pull the nipple clamps by the chain in the
middle until it was snapping off of your breast. You were squirting in the
matter of seconds when he started to roll his hips against your spot grinding
hard against you not pulling back but making sure he was deep inside of you.

“No more! P-please Yoongi! Fuck daddy please I’m sorry!” You
sobbed out as the abuse continued. When Yoongi heard those words he nodded in
content, his hair sticking against his forehead with sweat that dripped down the
sides of his face as well. Letting his head roll back he opened his mouth
loosing himself inside of you. With a few more erratic thrusts he filled you to
the brim with his cum moving the vibrator from your sensitive pussy that was
gripping onto him like a vice. He slowed down his thrusts until both of your
orgasms were rode out. He leaned over you to pepper kisses along your shoulders
before he kissed your lips gently nuzzling into you.

“You can all go now. And shut the door behind you.” Yoongi muttered
voice low and guttural. You both heard the shuffling of feet out of the room
and finally the door shut. “You were good today. I hope you learned your
lesson.” Yoongi sighed softly, moving to pull out of you slowly watching as
very little of his cum slipped out of your pussy and that made him happy slapping
your ass cheek he moved to untie you and get the spreader bar from your legs.
He moved to your bathroom to run you a warm but mostly hot bath throwing in your
favorite galaxy bath bomb and other herbs.

Yoongi moved to grip at your body picking you up bridal
style he carried you towards the tub, sitting you down inside and climbing in
behind you.

“I love you.” You muttered groggily not having the strength
to do or say much more.

“And I love you too.” Yoongi said softly as he held you
starting his aftercare so that he could love on you now that his point was
stated.

Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.

The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.

The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.

As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.

Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.

Bellamy smut where he sees one of the delinquents try to get the reader in bed, and he beats him up. Reader argues with him and he tells her he just wants to protect her, and sweet sex comes afterwards.

Author’s note: I wrote this pretty quickly, so I apologize if it’s got some grammatical/spelling errors. I just wanted to give something to my lovely followers that have stuck with me since the beginning. I really appreciate those of you that haven’t deserted me since the Harry era began. I know it’s probably sort of annoying. Xoxo. Hope you enjoy!

It’s probably been the best night you’ve had on the ground. All of the delinquents are surrounding a monster of a bonfire. There’s been no sign of grounders for a week, and everything seems so peaceful. Monty made up a large batch of moonshine and Finn found a stereo somewhere, complete with a collection of music more than a century old. Everyone is bubbly with alcohol and calmed by the tunes. Even Murphy lets his head bob along to the beat.

Your own body is buzzing with intoxication, just to the point of a pleasurable, meditative happiness. All of your nerves are electrified and the music digs its way to your core. It only takes a few moments of observing the scene before you’re on your feet with another small group of delinquents, swaying with your eyes closed. Nothing matters but the soft beat of the drums and the chill of the air.

summary: y/n can’t orgasm no matter what you and Calum do so after convincing Calum gets you off with a vibrator and dildo.

requested?: yes, sorry if it sucked @lukeasfuck i tried 😊. This is my first request and I enjoyed writing it so feel free to request any smut ideas you might have. I’m pretty open to all suggestions 😉.

Tooth Be Told | Hoseok

“My heart is breaking at the prospect of not being deemed cool by you, Jung Hoseok.” You roll your eyes at him and he yanks the phone from your hands so he can look at you properly.

“Did I or did I not cover your rent this month when you were short?” He seethes and you jump to your feet, jabbing a finger at his chest.

“I didn’t get paid until 2 o’clock and rent was due at 12 you ass hat I literally gave it right back to you!” You hiss.

“Yes, okay, good but it’s the principle of the matter. You needed me for something and I came through.” He retorts.

“Yeah because it’s my month to pay rent and we’d both be on our asses if I hadn’t.” You snort.

“Dude its a free dental exam what is there to protest? You don’t even have dental insurance so you can’t get routine cleanings, anyway, your teeth probably look like—“

“I refuse to let you anywhere near my mouth. You’re not a dentist and it’s very clean inside there thank you very much!” You say indignantly and it’s Hoseok’s turn to roll his eyes at you.

“I’m almost a dentist, one that’s offering to give you a free exam while my degree is pending.” He sniffs.

“What a nice way to phrase it—your degree is pending. You mean you’re not certified yet and if you think for one second that just because we’re friends or roommates or whatever that I’m going to—“

“If you don’t I’ll tell Jungkook it was you who accidentally washed your red shirt with his laundry.” Hoseok threatens and you gasp, a hand clutched to your chest.

“You wouldn’t.” You hiss.

“Try me.” He smirks.

.

“You know,” Hoseok begins, and you’re propped up on his bed, it’s all very unprofessional and half assed. His iPhone is macguivered onto a selfie stick he’s duct taped to the wall so he could have a light while he works and he’s wearing yellow dish washing gloves that you hope are new as he prods and pokes at your mouth, “you actually have really really clean teeth like there’s slight decalcification and some areas that are high risk for cavities but it’s nothing you couldn’t fix with some PreviDent—it’s like eight bucks at the store down the street. Pretty damn good for someone who hasn’t had dental insurance for like four years now.”

Hoseok pauses when he feels your tongue move against his gloved fingers and he frowns, ignoring the slight tingling sensation in crotch—very slight because any shot of arousal is quickly tamped down with the fact that your mouth was stretched open in an unflattering way and he had ample view of your double chin from this angle. He tugs his hands out with a, “sorry what were you saying?”

You inhale, making a gross slurping noise as you attempted to suck residual drool back in, because Hoseok was messy and your jaw fucking hurt.

“For the record you’re a terrible fucking dentist, just drop out now. Jesus,” you say, swiping at your face, and making Hoseok glare, “and also why dentist do that?”

“Do what?” Hoseok asks dryly.

“Ask you questions when their in the middle of fisting your goddamn mouth!” You snap, narrowing your eyes at him, and rubbing your face, “Are you trying to make my jaw come unhinged like y—oof!”

Hoseok shoves you back down with a glare, roughly opening your mouth as he shoves the mirror back in, letting it clank as he goes, “Like I was saying, slight decalcification but back here—“

Your eyes widen when the metal instrument treks back, far from any teeth and Hoseok’s eyebrows raise as he sends you an almost pleasantly surprised look.

“The most impressive part about this entire thing,” he murmurs and he’s long since shed the mirror as he ventured in your mouth, making you wonder just what exactly he was doing in there, “is that you have like literally no gag reflex like—look.”

The noise you make is somewhere between a squeal and a gasp as he presses his finger back, and you grip his wrist sending him a wild look. “Hoshrkdk fuduckek eurdj!”

“What?” He frowns and you yank his hand from your mouth.

“Hoseok, you fucking perv!” You spit, swiping the leftover drool from your mouth and he laughs, loudly, letting the gloves snap as he tugs them from his hands.

“I’m just saying I had my entire finger down your throat and wow just… wow. how is it that you can’t keep a boyfriend?” He snickers and you kick him til he’s tumbling off the bed.

“I hate you!” You sneer, sitting cross legged so you can chuck a pillow at him. “And for the record I would never in my entire life sleep with you, so you can wonder all you want.”

“Why? Because I could give you something to gag around?” He retorts and the words are off his tongue before his brain has time to catch up. Still, he plays it off as a joke, sending you a grin and hoping you don’t notice the way it falters.

He nearly deflates when throw another pillow.

“Perv!”

Hoseok only laughs, perching himself on his elbows so he can see you better from the floor. It rubs you the wrong (or maybe right) way that he looks so good even like that—hair messy and pushed off his forehead and eyes red rimmed from lack of sleep. He’s wearing those stupid fake glasses he insists make him look smarter—more “denitisty”

“Well for the record, it wasn’t offered, you missed your window of opportunity in the pre roommate stage when we met at that party,” he nods.

“God, you still remember that?” You grumble, but your cheeks are heated and Hoseok sees.

He grins.

“It’s not everyday I almost drill my roommate through a goddamn wall,” he snickers, using one hand to push his hair back in thought, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a worst case of blue balls before or since.”

“Do you think if Jungkook,“ you bite your lip and shake your head, but he only raises his eyebrows for you to continue, “it’s dumb.”

“Do I think if Jungkook hadn’t interrupted that night,” he says, reading your mind, or really voicing his own thoughts, “do I think it would’ve been a mistake—is that what you were gonna ask?”

You nod.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” he murmurs in contemplation, “I mean… I wouldn’t have someone to split half of rent with so there’s that. We probably wouldn’t be friends either so that would’ve sucked.”

“Why do you say that?” You frown.

“Because you were a naive little freshman who I would’ve plowed and then never called back,” he says honestly and you wince at his honest words but you asked, “Not that you’re not hot or almost stupidly funny and cute. Because you’re all of that and I bet you’d even be a good lay, I’m into that real cute inexperienced type and from living with you I could tell you’re prime girlfriend material.”

“I don’t know where you’re going with this but I would like to know how you made all of that sound like an insult.” You say dryly, opting for a light tone despite the pang in your chest.

“Things happen for a reason and I’m a strong believer in—“

“Not this bullshit again,” you roll your eyes before dropping your voice an octave to mimic him, “Im a strong believer in the Universe and the stars and anything that’s not meant for you won’t find it’s way to you blah blah blah. Give it a rest alright?”

Hoseok is quiet for a beat before meeting your gaze, “Are you sad things didn’t work out between us? Or like just sad about how they are now?”

“And how is that?” You implore, wondering where the sudden turn of conversation came from.

“Platonic.” He says honestly.

“I don’t know.” You murmur, and as though there was a force pulling you towards him, you meet his gaze head on, unable to look away.

A silence fills the room before Hoseok asks a question—the question.

“Do you still want to have sex with me?” He asks and your gaze flutters back down to his comforter.

“Stop
staring.” You tried to ignore Sandor’s eyes burning your skin as you defended
yourself from the man in front of you.

What was
his name again? You couldn’t remember. He was hired by your man – not your husband, your man – to
help you practising your sword fight abilities.

“Make me.”
He drank his beer.

You and the
Hound… You were something Westeros couldn’t quite understand, and you honestly didn’t
give a fuck about it.

“You’re
distracting me.” You stated, defending yourself from the man in front of you.

“You’re
making me horny.” He stated back.

The other man tried not to look embarrassed by the conversation, and you rolled you
eyes. He was supposed to be used to that already. After all, you’ve been training with him for more then a whole month.

summary: the captain proving a point that you shouldn’t underestimate his abilities of pinning you against the wall after you had been teasing him of being so submissive

It was never not a fact that people considered Steve as a pure and innocent angel —people would think he’s as soft as cotton and as pure as angel, but of course they thought wrong. Steve had been deceiving the audience with his act of being a ‘sinless’ person he is though hiding the fact that he can be an actual animal and sometimes even wilder especially when in bed.

As the thin back of the boy she was meeting up with came into view, Rose thought back to your sad eyes, your quiet demeanor and the tears she knew were pressing on the back of your eyes. She thought back to the sole reason she was doing this, your happiness and the sticky affection you had for your blind boy, with a short sigh just as the owner of the thin back turned, his dark hooded eyes finding her’s after a single second.

summary: after visiting a new pastry shop down the street, mark lee becomes a regular for the sweet treats, but especially for the even sweeter girl that works the counter.

❀ pairing: mark & patissiere!reader insert || patisserie!AU

❀ includes: fluff, humour

❀ wc: 12.2k

❀ note: A cute little scenario for mark! Happy birthday to my baby and me :’) I hope you guys enjoy! I based this off a scene that occurred in my friends life, which had me crying on the floor in laughter. Haha

Mark Lee, prevailing university track star and notorious stunner, was more farouche than one would expect.

He was ebullient at least, vibrant at most—there was never a dull moment if Mark Lee was in the milieu, for he knew how to brighten up the entire ambience with a simple thread of words. Girls loved him, boys supported him—he was frequently praised for his outstanding accomplishments and periodically went out to treat himself with his friends.

Right after track practice was one of those occasions. He was almost drained, exhausted from sprints and leaping over hurdles; he wanted some treats to rejuvenate, and so he went out with his friends. Word spread that a new pastry store had opened downtown, known for their palatable bursts of flavor and appealing display. It raised Mark’s curiosity and he extended the word to his friends, who only craved for a bite of the sweet treats. So, falling right after their arduous practice like a flawless, quick cascade, they walked to the patisserie, ravenous for fresh delicacy.

Their legs were growing sore, and it was not a good combination with the balmy heat beating down on their skin. Mark let out a groan, weary and ready to rest. “How far is it again?” Mark complained, stretching his arms to the sky. “My legs are dying.”

His friend shot him a glare, annoyed at his words. “It was your idea to visit the new store. You have no right to complain about the walk,” he shot back. “Even if it is taking us twenty minutes.”

Mark laughed. “Gosh, Donghyuck, my bad. I didn’t think it would take this long to make it to downtown.”

“You thought wrong,” chimed in another friend.

“Jae,” Mark pouted, “you were complaining about the same thing five minutes ago!”

“There’s nothing to complain about anymore because”—Jaehyun peered down at his device and back up to see if the maps app had led the crew to the correct place—“I think we made it.”

Mark grinned in relief, ready to take rest inside the store. There it was, only a couple of steps away. The three boys made their way to the pastry shop, heads turning in every direction as they observed the exterior. The walls were painted an inviting baby blue; two tables along with chairs were by the opened window; the mellow music tunes were audible from a short distance. Clearly, it did not look like the place for a couple of rambunctious boys to visit after a sweaty, messy practice.

The three boys stood out prominently when they waltzed into the store, and it was not due to the ring form the bell that hanged by the door that caught everyone’s attention. Their disheveled appearance and sunblock sheened self (and glowing sweat) drew attention indisputably. It was as blatant as the illustrations in a pop-out book.

The sweet scent of cinnamon swirled together with fresh strawberries within the humble shop. The aroma was spreading throughout the area, a delectable ensconcement that wrapped its arms around the three boys. Each person within the pastry store appeared convivial, and they all awaited the next batch of steamed cake that was preparing itself in the designated confinement. When it was opened by a worker the steam rose into the air like talons before disappearing into nothing. Mark was astounded by the interior—the neat arrangement of periwinkle to ivory tables and chairs, wooden decor, an array of blossoms, and much more—before being stunned by what the pastry store had to offer.

There was an array of treats to choose from: seeded bagels, blackberry pastries dusted with powdered sugar, miniature buttered croissants—each in their own section. There was way too many choices for him to select one, and he was investing himself in the beauty that rested within the cases until his friend tapped his shoulder. “Mark, what do you plan on getting? This place looks incredible,” asked Jaehyun.

Mark’s eyes never left the glass case the held the wonders of the pastry store. So far, the goodness that was the cornet pies, chocolate drizzled over the surface, caught his eye. “I’m not sure yet, there’s a lot of things to choose from.”

“May I help you?” asked a worker behind the counter.

Mark saw from his field of view a blurry frame of a woman approach behind the glass and he straightened his posture, tilting his head up to look at the worker as he said, “Ah, yeah. I’d actually like to try—”

Mark’s words cut themselves off short, for his mind went blank at the sight of the worker—at the sight of you. You had a gentle smile tugging at your lips, hair out of your face as a work requirement yet he found it charming, and a powder blue apron hugging your body. Every time you blinked stars would ignite their own luster, enthralling him impotently.

Immediately, Mark obtained a unique taste of nonpareil palatableness on his tongue, and he only craved to satisfy his sweet tooth with you.

summary: Ray tells you the name of his other self and it leads to the two of you being more intimate.

rating: NSFW (spoilers for V route’s BRE 1, reader is assumed female)

notes: SO i actually first got this idea when my good ol’ pal showed me screens from V’s BRE 1 which has a lot of Ray. I couldn’t get it out just right, so I shelved it. Then another friend showed me a WIP for a smutty piece of art she was working on and i was like, ‘i feel the need to write something sinful.’ so here we are. tbh, i feel like i’ve written a lot of saeran sin but all of it is in my wips so… technically not.

i did my best proof-reading but i know it’s not perfect in the slightest, but still, i really, really hope you guys enjoy!!

It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom. Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.

I was not one of the lucky few.

No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell. We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.

“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.

“C,” I say. “What about you?”

“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me. His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.

I shrug. “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”

“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely. “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk? Who knew they were an endangered species?”

Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.

I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo. “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway. No one goes adventuring anymore.”

He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell. No one even glances at him.

“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school. Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.

I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn. Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him. He’s much calmer now. It’s probably the apple. Centaurs freaking love apples.

The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.

We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush. She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown. I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.” The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?

“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew. My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here. It’s summer. It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really. So why is she hassling me?

“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about. Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly. Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit. That’s where he met Mom. I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.

“Oh, that’s a good idea. After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop. I mean, you should really get a job this summer. Don’t you agree, Brock?”

A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.

I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest. Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive. I’d be lucky if he even paid me.

Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet. “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”

“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”

Mom stops and turns to me slowly. Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks. She is pissed. “Removing hexes is not gross. Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”

“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.” Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well. I chose spellweaving instead. I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.

Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad. “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”

“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say. Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.

I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.

“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke. Then Dad raises his paper again. “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games. Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”